Of Theoden King - Rohan
And faith my people hold,
And still the sword is in my hand
Though I have grown so old.
And yon I see the rolling plains
That maketh so this land,
And runs the the horse and the rider,
Wrought of Rohan's hands.
The men who form this army
Live by the spear and the shield,
And hope thy do cling onto now,
As the gates of war do yield.
So I see the horse and the rider,
And I see the dawn of the sun,
And I hear the hor that is blowing,
For the wrath of this land has begun.